Hope

chapter 6-Him

He could see the heat transforming inside her irises and then her soul.

Suddenly intensity of heat was too much.

He abandoned his position and held his study chair by its arm and facing it away from the table where a book was left open in the vicinity of readied pen and turned it towards her instead before easing himself on it.

"You say wrong." Came a rebellious voice laced with emotional depth.

He tilted his head a little and his gesture seemed shallow in front of her battling emotions.

"How so?"

"Humans are not one." A clipped response.

His right eyebrow raised and she quickly sensed his wait for explanation.  So she gave him one.

"There are sects, status, traditions, norms, casts, colors, family name.So much to differentiate between two humans."

She took a ragged breath and tore her eyes away from him and settled them on his possessions but not on him.

"And then there is religion. A huge line drawn between humans."

His eyes drank the invisible wings in of the angel before him. Her wings were ripped apart.

Does she know? He asked himself.

What caused this?

His thoughts turned back to her answer.

"Religion is simply a way of love, peace and oneness." He spoke.

She seemed to access this information.

"What of those with different religions? That cancels out the concept of oneness."

He settle back on the chair while drawing back short rebellious strands on his forehead that were gawking at her with curiosity.

They jumped back on his forehead again, covering his eyes instead.

Too stubborn.

"Religion is just a name. Those who follow the rules of love are of the same divine religion whether they are conscious of it or not."

"What is the rule of love?" The word rolled over her tongue too smooth to reject every notion that suggested this angel wasn't accustomed to the word love.

Almost like a chant.

Chanted in the lonely hours.

He knew it because he was familiar with it.

"You tell me." His heart rate slowed down in anticipation of her answer already.

A look of surprise swept past her expressions and she licked her lips swallowing audibly.

She looked around in search.

He sprang up on his feet and the next moment, held a bowl half filled with water in front of her.

She looked at the bowl held in his both hands as he knelt before her.

Then she looked up at him.

Shock, gratitude, vulnerability.  He had seen it all in her silent eyes.

Does her eyes really speak this much!
He wondered.

She didn't move. Not a limb.

He raised the bowl to her lips holding it in place.

His eyes urged hers to take it in.

She understood.

Then she closed her eyes and quenched her thirst emptying the bowl from water.

He lowered the bowl looking at her now moist and red lips slightly parted. A drop of water resting at the bruised corner of her lower lip.

His thumb captured it in its surface gently and with a sharp intake of breath her eyes flew open like pearls that shown right back at him.

He didn't realize that his thumb was frozen on her lip with his eyes tangled in hers.

A weightless bowl felt too heavy in his hand.

He lowered his eyes and retracted back from her and stood up to walk back to the small area where other utensils were placed.

Disordered.

Or was it his thoughts. Disordered.

He jerked away the unclear mist and tried to focus on what were they talking about.

Rule of love.

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